It’s been another bad day with the slots,
looks like I was the only one with the “Hots!”
The machine stared back with complete onus,
I put another Benjamin in and still no bonus.
This scene repeats itself time after time,
with musical wheels after my last dime.
Found a paying machine, it turned into a joke.
Both sides have players who continually smoke.
Players who slap, rub and cuss the machines,
need to be hauled of by the U.S. Marines.
Oh, did I mention when someone hits a jackpot,
it always goes to a loudmouth, idiotic, crackpot!
Truth be known, I’m hooked and I don’t know why.
Should I just drop off my coins and never even try?
One good spin clears memories of a hundred bad others.
Losing money makes you hide in bed, deep under covers.
Why I still do this I could never really say,
I just save up money to go back every day.
I guess I’ll shut my mouth and stop rambling,
knew it would happen after my state legalized gambling
I'm surrounded by stores from inside and out
and frightened by one when all are in doubt.
Depressed by no money seeing items for sale,
while wanting for everything slowly going stale.
Soon I'll be shopping for groceries again
feeling hypocrisy's end,
while spending my budget all at once
and knowing that death comes again.
New given money will blind me
raising my feelings and stall.
Falling will send me out spending
While looking for dreams forsakes all.
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